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"I'm home!" I call out in our very messy living room. I roll my eyes and start to pick up the dirty laundry on the floor and the dirty dishes. It looked as if a tornado paid a visit and destroyed our once cleaned home.
I walk upstairs with a pile of clothes and place it in the shared laundry basket in the bathroom. I hear faint mumbling and turn into Veronica Mars. I slowly walk towards Ethan's room that was cracked open a bit. I walk into the messy room and make my way to the broken mirror near his windows.
The mirror looked as if Ethan punched it; I could still see some blood on the glass. I carefully touch it, and my heart sinks.
"I-I'll buy a new one." A raspy voice says, and I turn to him.
My eyes meet his blood covered hand, and I walk toward him. "Oh, Ethan! What did you do?!" I plead out and examine his hurt hand.
His knuckles were bruised, and I spot the drywall where he used as a punching bag. I run to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and alcohol. This wasn't the first time I had to patch Ethan back up. I wondered what triggered him, why was he angry again.
His bloodshot eyes stare at the wall without a word to say. He just let me clean off the blood and fix up his hands. I would occasionally peep over to him, and his eyes were still fixated on the wall, thinking about god knows what.
"What happened E? Is it dad?" I softly ask.
"I didn't get accepted." He states, and I furrow my eyebrows.
"What?"
"To the stupid college, you had set for us. I didn't fucking get accepted; you did though so congrats." He pulls his hand away from me pissed.
"Ethan it's okay. You said college was just an accessory. It's going to be-"
"Okay? I can't even get into college with my own twin. Dad was right; he knew I wouldn't get in college. That's why he offered to have me move to Cali, continue with the growth of the business." He licks his lips and sighs.
"You know you can't do that." I reach for his injured hands and hold them. "You can't give up. We're Rivera's, do we really take no for an answer? And I know I kinda forced you to apply, if college isn't your thing then that's fine. You are in control of your future."
"Thanks, sis, but it's not that easy. If pa finds out, then I have to live with him." He walks up to the bathroom sink holding onto it.
"Bullshit. That's not going to happen, I'll make sure it doesn't" I cross my arms, and we both shook our heads to the bedroom where we hear glass chattering.
Mandy carefully walks on the broken glass looking at Ethan's mess. "What the fuck happened in here?" She questions and her eyes gaze on his recent wounds. "Fuck, are you okay?"
